Monday, September 21, 2009

With love...

On Saturday and Sunday I would give Katie her sippy cup and say "here's your sippy, with love!" or "here's your lunch, with love".

On Sunday evening I was humming/whistling "God made me" and Katie called out to me from the dining room, "Mommy... God made me... with love, right?" And I said "He sure did!"

This was a sweet moment.

Much better than the times she's in the bathroom washing her hands and I tell her "two squirts of soap only" (because if I don't tell her, I'll come back and there will be purple soap all over the sink and counter... one time I looked and she had gotten it all over one of our hand towels. Arg!) and she tells me "Mommy, go into the living room now." That's kind of a giveaway that she's going to use 3 squirts... or 30. Depending on how long she's left in the bathroom with the sink running.

Cinderella or Stripes?

So on Sunday morning Katie got up and I helped her pull an outfit together. She had a blue top, blue shorts, and Cinderella underpants. I helped with the shirt and left her to handle the rest.

Later in the day as I was helping her after a bathroom break, I pulled up her underpants and was puzzled to find her Saturday stripey underpants instead of the new Cinderella ones I had put out for her to wear.

I was only surprised for a second. Till I looked and saw another waistband next to her blue shorts.

She must have thought it would save time to put her new clothes on over the existing underpants.

I laughed so hard it took me a minute to get everything sorted out.

Katie fixed the "kitchen sink"

Katie was having some trouble with her kitchen this weekend. She had to pull out her tools and she spent some time laying on the floor working on it. (It kind of reminded me of a few months ago when our sink broke and her grandpa fixed spent some time laying on the floor working on it.)

It was cute. Jake was next to her chewing on the door and just hanging out. Katie told me that he was helping to hold the door open.

Katie is such a good sister. She's gotten better about sharing toys (especially Jakes toys) with him and this weekend she even brought him a bin of blocks to play with.

Slow down... you move too fast!

Jake, this is your mommy.

I'm telling you to slow down. You move too fast when you want to get to where you want to go.

Mommy would love it if she had more than 30 seconds to herself in the bathroom before you a) start to bang on the door or b) push the door open and start to crawl in (which icks mommy out because... it's the bathroom floor.)

** Katie, this is a shout out to you too... if the bathroom door is closed, it might mean that mommy is having some personal time. I know you like to chat (with a captive audience) but it's really just not such a good time. Especially when you leave the bathroom door open. I know, I know, you try to help by shutting it once mommy reminds you but by the time Jake has an arm in the door, it's too late.

Back to you Jacob...

I'm telling you to stop trying to move the baby gates by pushing and pulling them. Usually while they are supporting your standing weight. The baby gates mommy and daddy put up are to keep you in and it kind of defeats the purpose when you manage to pull them down. Onto yourself.

Also... Katie's kitchen is not a baby gate. Pushing and pulling it usually ends with you covered in... well, hard, plastic kitchen. There is no door or opening behind it to go through or explore, just wall. Maybe some dust. So, I would really appreciate it if you could cease and desist. Mommy is tired of panicking and doing a tooth check every time said kitchen falls down. Onto you.

Also, you're super cute. Love your smiles!

But PS, the grinding teeth isn't so cute. It makes mommy's head hurt and sounds icky.

Thanks Jake!